The biggest threats, of course, were the death witches. Those fearsome magic wielding villains that disguised themselves as students right under the nose of the professors in order to destroy the lives and in some cases the names of their “peers.” But he had fought with one before, fought with one and ended defeated. Utterly ruined in his own blood while hiding in a trophy. This was most unfavorable, so much so that he had opted to use one of the greatest tools in his arsenal.
The art of trapping was a simple one, but tricky. The animals can smell the trap, they can see it. It is extremely difficult to actually capture anything. But it is possible. Especially if you know what attracts what you are hunting. And he knew nothing about what attracted them. But he, in his ravenclaw-y wisdom had come up with a plan. A good plan. In the corridor were several pull cords, leading through some eyelets up the side of the wall, but there they got confused in a tangle, obviously set there to confuse and distract. And above, hanging precariously from one of the cords, was a net holding a rather large amount of heavy furniture.
On one of the pull cords was a sign
“Pull to activate trap”
The other said
“Pull to instantly eradicate the entire student body in a horrible and teeth gnashing way”
Now all he would have to do is wait. Wait for one of them to fall into his cleverly prepared trap. Sitting down roughly 20 feet from the whole contraption, he waited. It was a matter of time, after all.
flectere si nequeo superos, Achaeronta movebo